This is from very late last night...blogger had some issues and decided not to show it till now I guess...


Ryan woke up sick tonight, and so far all sets of sheets in the house are being washed, all blakets are nasty, all towels are laying in a pile, and he...is laying in the recliner, after just asking why does he feel so bad.

Poor poor baby. He rarely gets ill at night, and usually makes it to the bathroom, but tonight after the first time I just thought of it as too much juice to fast before bed. But it has continued. About every 15-30 minutes I hear that all familiar cough and run to try to catch him to carry him to the bathroom. Is it bad that I want to carry him and care less about it being on me as long as it is not in the carpet?

I stopped in the bar between projectile sessions, and was talking about the dress when the next one hit, so thought while I wait for everything to get washed and dryed I would post some pictures. Lets hope my internet holds out long enough to get this post out there.

I love my dress. And I know that he is not supposed to see me in it till the wedding, but that first day when I saw it in Davids Bridal, I had to show him. Seeing the way he looked at me made me want to get every little thing I had on, from the way to expensive Tiara to the necklace that costs double what the Tiara did. That look, that smile, those eyes, just made me giddy with excitement...and the dress...is simply gorgeous.

Non-traditional, with red satin. Corseting down the back and a long flowy cathedrail veil. I am not all girly girlish...but that day, I felt like I was a princess looking at the price who had come to the castle to save me.

So here it is...

The front



The back...



The Veil...



The Tiara...



The Bridesmaids dress...



I will have a simple bouquet of hand tied red roses, with little greenery. The bridesmaids will carry three long stem white roses.

Only 50 more days...ohhhh and as we have very few address...anyone who can make it is invited...